#The Dick [Android]

[everwalldigan]

Hear me out: Robin Dick would be the biggest Bruceman supporter and shipper.

This boy hates any of Bruce’s love interest with a passion because then his dad guardian spends less time with him and that’s obviously UNACCEPTABLE, SCANDALOUS even, so when rumours start circulating that Bruce Wayne is in a relationship with the Batman, he jumps right on the wagon.

Reporter, thirsty for a story: Mr Grayson what do you think about the rumours that Bruce Wayne is dating the Batman?

Dick: What do I think about my dads you mean? My very married very taken dads? My very faithful to each other plural dads?

He would fuel the rumours both as Robin and as Dick Grayson, punching criminals for talking bad about Wayne enterprises as Robin (“THAT’S MY STEPDADS COMPANY YOURE TALKING ABOUT!”). He would be on online forums all day talking about how Bruceman is the only Batman ship that makes sense and Doxxing people who disagree.

Bruce is so exasperated because this is happening at a time where only Alfred and Dick know his real identity so he can’t even do anything with ANYONE without making either Bruce Wayne or Batman look unfaithful.

Throw Reporter Clark Kent into the mix who has been sent to scope out the Bruceman story, who Bruce makes the mistake of flirting with at a gala. Both Clark AND dick are scandalised.

Dick, making a scene: HOW COULD YOU! BATMAN IS WAITING FOR YOU AT HOME AND YOURE HERE FLIRTING WITH SOME… SOME REPORTER??

Bruce, sighing: Dick-

Dick, tugging on Bruce’s suit and looking up at him with fake tears in his eyes: Dad, are you and dad getting a divorce? :(

Clark, panicking: NO NO THEYRE NOT GETTING A DIVORCE PLEASE DONT CRY

Meanwhile:

Bruce, crying in the corner: he called me dad

He would even go as far as insisting that Robin is his step sibling

Principal: how do you explain that whenever Robin is injured, Dick fails to show up at school the next day?

Dick: Robin and I are twins :) so when he’s injured I’m injured too and we have to stay home together!!

Bruce, whispering: I’m sorry, they’re not really twins but neither I or Bats have the heart to tell hem

[balrog-slayer66]

Cover art by Jim Steranko for Marvel Comics' Blade Runner (1982)

[spacenoirdetective]

Android art by Davis Meltzer, cover art for "Clans of the Alphane Moon" by Philip K Dick, 1972

[mervynbunter]

Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968)

[cosmonautroger]

Bob Pepper, Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep, Philip K. Dick, 1971

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[fishingforwords]

machines are human, too.

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[palmanatomy]

baddie down y'all

[cyborgized]

Opening Tumblr 5 years from now

[everwalldigan]

You know what would be really funny. If Jason had the most normal/conventional food taste out of his siblings (still very far from regular people’s “normal”), he’s stuck in the manor because of an injury and therefore has to witness the culinary WAR CRIMES his siblings consume for sustenance. Since there’s no Alfred to stop them anymore, they have been running rampant.

Jason: What. The fuck. Is that.

Damian, pouring out a green sludge into two cups: father and I’s breakfast smoothie, or did you hit your head hard enough to forget the concept of a smoothie?

Jason, scooting his chair away clutching his water bottle to his chest: yeah I dont know what nuclear reactive, Gotham harbour concoction you so flagrantly bestow the title of “smoothie” on but keep that shit FAR away from me

Tim: *sits down next to Jason, cracks open a can of energy drink and pours it into a glass, pouring milk on top until it reaches the brim*

Jason, with tears in his eyes looking at Dick for help:

Dick: *shrugs, shoving a fistful of dry cheerios into his mouth*

Jason: *turns his horrified gaze to Cass*

Cass: *grins at him toothily with two heaping plates of a full English breakfast sitting in front of her. He has no idea where she got it from. She is using a set of utensils for each plate.*

Jason: *stands up calmly* maybe I should stop looking for the unstable bomb I lost in the manor the other week *walks out of the kitchen, a few moments later a shrill scream is heard*

[filthyneverdie]

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (Graphic Novel)

[smbhax]

Cover illustration by Chris Moore

Info from ISFDB

[jesuistrestriste]

I sent in the thing about interchangeable dicks and was like damn she didn’t answer guess im weird for that not expecting u to write a fic 😋😛 and girl u delivered I need him so bad it’s not even funny

noo ive just been neglecting my askbox (and tumblr in general) these past couple of weeks due to my schedule exhausting me and a vicious cold draining my energy ;-;

i love the concept of him being able to customize his dick because—as an android who was programmed to have very little control over his appearance and his decision-making abilities (or lack thereof)—i think being able to choose what he gets to give and receive pleasure with would be incredibly liberating for him. not to mention how ecstatic he would be to finally experience what penetrative sex is like.

i think im gonna write a bit more about this sometime soon, but i alternatively think he’s totally cool with receiving pleasure just from his ken doll mound lol. he does have sensors down there to pick up on pressure and heat, but they were mostly added so that he could feel if any part of himself in that area ever became outwardly damaged. once he began to deviate from his systems a little, he realized very quickly that he could also feel good from creating friction between that place and something else. he had a very small phase in which he experimented with/explored his own body by humping things around the house when you were away. the arm of the cushioned chair in the living room, the comforter on your bed, the carpeted rug in the bathroom, etc. it was kind of a pathetic disaster, and he didn’t ever “come” from it, but he did almost finish one time when he was in the middle of rutting against his palm and the sound of your voice popped into his head. eventually though, he figured out how to get off by himself like that and would do it a couple of times every week.

he does prefer the detachable cocks though.

[mulhollanddriver]

2049

[hanasnx]

i’m about to comment “i know it’s big” with eighteen android emojis under a peter parker pic